Staring blankly at the ceiling, I was waiting for sleep to overtake me. Unfortunately for me, luck was not with me tonight. I looked to my right, seeing the blinking red numbers "2.35 am" on the digital clock I keep by my bedside. My gaze continued till I was staring at the full moon through my open windows. Staring at the full and abnormally bright full moon tonight, I honestly wondered if there were angels looking over each and everyone of us, like how most tales speak of winged, clothed in white, spirits with the power to light up one's world.